He was striving for innocuous unsuccessfully at the moment what with constant drip, drip, drip, down the back of his 襟, 首輪 like slow water torture from the 階段の吹き抜け, 階段 above.
Still, it was an excellent vantage point for 通り, ストリート level. That is so long as he continued to crouch just below sight lines. He flexed fatigued thigh muscles cracking his spine for good measure and felt some semblance of relief in the movement.
Damp leather gloves adjusted his 襟, 首輪 as he hissed feeling the pull of the impromptu patchwork quilt Merlin had done closing the wound on his forearm just hours before; would have...
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